there's an unholy noise that escapes between her parted lips as she feels the other female so close and yet--so far away. she wants to whine: whine about not getting what she wants, whine about how she's not kissing her, about how she's not allowing her the pleasure of feeling her lips pressed against hers. but she can't even do that, breathe hitched in her throat preventing her from even defending herself against the teasing or...she wonders if maybe it was just preventing her from embarrassing herself, preventing her from begging for spot's kiss. instead, she lets her gaze do the talking for her, allowing it to roam until it lands on spot's lips.